Canaries Bound

Please wish me luck. I’m taking myself, my child who has a learning disability, my other child and my husband (who hates swimming pools, crowds and organised fun) through an airport in the summer on a package holiday to Gran Canaria. I have never done any of this before. Jet2 are organising a wheelchair for my child, which is fabulous. But then I mentioned to them that I have leukaemia… as if that made us an extra special family. I mean, what I was hoping for by dropping that into the conversation? I have no idea. First Class lounge, private jet and 14 nights in the Seychelles maybe? No. The reality is, and probably rightly so, that I was given a massive form that I had to pay the GP to fill out so that the airline have clearance to fly me.

I want to be carefree, spraying myself in perfume at duty free and treating myself to something fancy whilst my husband buys me a cocktail and waits for me and the kids to join him in a swanky bar, but I will probably be trying everything earthly possible to stop my 16 year-old succumbing to a massive sensory overload. And if she does start screaming we will be managing the crowd, as we always do, so that people are brought into our world rather than judging us from the outside.

I’ll let you know how we get on. In the meantime wish us luck. I have a feeling we’re going to need it.

In the world of British Boxers, the Summer Sale continues and there are some fabulous bargains, even on our lovely nightshirts – have a look when you get chance!